You also can't really tell from this picture, but we did NOT have a good time at the doctor's office. She wouldn't cooperate and get on the scale, she freaked RIGHT THE HELL OUT when they tried to take her temperature with the underarm thermometer, and when we got to the part where the doctor tried to look in her ears and throat? NUCLEAR MELTDOWN.
Long story short: not RSV or leukemia or asbestoisis, as I feared. (Oh, have I mentioned I'm a hypochondriac?) Just an ear infection, some "crackling" in one lung but nothing major, and possibly something going on in the throat but we're not sure because of the gnashing of teeth. Amoxicillin. 10 days of the joy and bliss of coercing a toddler into taking antibiotics that Mommy is allergic to. FUN TIMES.
PS -- G is sick too. He has the scourge that I had over Christmas. Martian Death Flu doesn't really figure in anywhere, except that it's one of my favorite Dave Barry columns ever.